Perfect To Me

Chapter 6

Angel arrived at her tiny house, sobbing great, giant tears. She pulled her blue rubber hoodie up over her head, shielding herself from the pouring rain.  Quickly she shut the door.
She walked over to her tiny, dirty bathroom.
She stood on the scale, weighing herself.
She laughed.
" Still fat[b]," she thought, amused.
She walked over to her silver, tiny bathtub turning on the water.
Hesitantly, she stepped into the cool, wet, comforting liquid, her painted black toenails scraping the metal bottom.. 
She cried.
" What in the world am I going to do?", she thought.
A discomforted, pained look came over her face.
She stared at the sink.
Suddenly, she saw a large, sharp, silver nail file lying absently on the counter.
She grabbed it.
Forcefully, she pushed it into her soft delicate skin. A single trickle of blood quickly contaminated the cool, warm water.  She continued, filling the bathtub with her discomfort and pain, and turning the water murky and damp.
She sobbed,  great, heaving sobs.
She forced the file far into her arm, deep enough to cut. She scratched out large, foreboding letters.
" Perfect" she wrote, in deep, bloody letters. That was it. "Perfect."
She sighed, and a great unimaginable pain came over her entire body. She had never quite felt anything like this before, at least, not on this level.  Not when she was three, and fell down a flight of stairs.
Not when she was five, and had stuck her hand in the garbage incinerator. Not when was seven , and received a concussion playing soccer.
This pain was different, on another level, far worse than  anything she had ever experienced before.
She stared at the pools of red, murky blood contaminating the water.
And then, suddenly, the pain went away. Suddenly, she felt warm, happy, and a fuzzy, comforting feeling traveled up her body. She began to feel drowsy, and closed her light, weary eyes. She rested her head on the tub, her long, black hair soaking with water from the bath. 
" It's time for me to go to sleep," she thought to herself..
She gave in, letting her mind succumb to the pain and exhaustion. Silently, she tried to let go.
Suddenly, she raised her head up from the tub.
She felt someone watching.
She turned, and saw a warm, welcoming, familiar face staring back at her. It was of a teddy bear.
She smiled, remembering.
Without exactly knowing why, she hoisted herself out of the tub. Bravely, she walked over to the bathroom sink, where a pair of red scissors lie waiting.
" It's time for me to become a different person," she thought.
Reluctantly, she cut of the long strands, of brown, murky hair hanging from either side of her face.
The hair fell to the ground, covering the marble floor.
She looked at her new hairstyle, horrified.
She felt both sides of her face, and missed her long, beautiful chestnut hair.
But she liked this better.
Somehow, today, she felt stronger, more powerful than before. She felt she could conquer anything in her path.

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